My wings beat against the storm that raged that night
A night that left me lost and without heart to fly

I raged against the theft of my heart

My wings shattered on the rocky slopes of emotion
Now grounded by mistakes of lust and rage

Here I sit alone, again my reckless rage taken hold
Refusing to release my mind from the torment of loss

With time, my wings are almost healed
The rage still stirs, and the winds still strong

I must wait longer before I am free, finally

Of the Rage
Of the Pain

I look up from my hellish world to a sky, blue and full
In my hands are the pages of pain I never sent

The words on them will never find you
Because you never found me